Quinn gives me a small smile, and then it grows. “We have a home. And not just any home either. It’s the coolest place I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait to decorate.”
“Which reminds me. We’re going to need help moving. I doubt you and I will be able to move furniture up those stairs, especially with your boot.”
“My boot can come off any time. I’m just nervous about it.” She pauses. “I could call the rugby guys.”
“Perfect.” I can’t believe I’m offering this up since I’m pissed at him, but he owes me. “I’ll also ask Luke if he knows anyone.”
“Luke?” Quinn looks confused. “I thought….”
“We’re friends. Nothing more. We talk. That’s all.” Sad but true.
“Good. We have a plan. Let me know what Luke says.”
Yes, we sure do. Now all I have to do is execute mine.
* * *
In the end,I didn’t get in touch with Luke. I told Quinn he was busy, and she had no reason to doubt me. Luke is always busy. Truth is, I wasn’t ready to reach out to him only a day after our phone fight. No matter, the ISU rugby guys came through big-time. They made quick work of moving our things, which meant we had a lot of unpacking to do. But Quinn’s part of that is now on hold. While we were moving in, Dan and Bull told Quinn about an injury Cooke sustained while playing a big rugby game. My friend was really upset. So much so, she booked a flight to England on the spot. I spent the next couple of days shuttling her home to get her passport and approval from her parents, then down to Des Moines to the airport.
Since then, I’ve spent the last few days alone in our new place. It sucks because I’m tired of being alone. Really tired.
